About 40 Whatever

BFF's Bad Kitty of Wishbone Clover and Stefania of CityMama are turning 40 this year and we're milking it to death, just like Jennifer Aniston. Will John Mayer write us a special 40th birthday song? No? Whatever.

I always suspected that our lives are ripe for an IFC feature length film, and now I have confirmation. But just for the record, our real soundtrack has a lot more rap, the kind with with very explicit lyrics. No Diggity, No Doubt!

P.S. to Scott Monty, Ford Social Media Czar: even though I'm devastated and heart-broken that we can't have a Shelby, thanks for giving us the Taurus SHO to drive to Chicago. I hear it's badass, and probably less likely to get the attention of speed trap monitoring state troopers. Speaking of, if we get any tickets while driving the non-Shelby Mustang, can we expense those back to Ford?

P.S.2 Don't worry, both our moms are alive, kicking and far too well-dressed to ever wear a red beret. But they do plenty of other crazy shit (Love you, Mom & Tata!) so the movie will still be an Emotional Laugh Riot.

40 Whatever Approved

Things to Do When We're 40 (The Not Bucket List)

A barbecue tour of the South

We'll start in the Carolinas and end in Texas and sample the best barbecue America has to offer. Why? Because we like meat.

Hotel Living

We like: mini bars, movies, and lounging around in our pajamas with our laptops right where they are supposed to be. We'll bring running shoes to pretend like we're going to work out, but really, who are we kidding. You see where this is going?

Knock some sense into dumb people

We'd love to be the camp counselors on a show like the Real World or Rock of Love.

Eating Dinner in a Vineyard While the Sun Sets

You know those scenes of a dining table set in a Tuscan or Sonoma vineyard dressed with beautiful linens and people sitting around it drinking wine and eating and laughing while the sun goes down? We want to be those people.

Yoga Retreat in New Mexico

Some of our fondest memories are of spending time doing yoga together. Do other wannabe yoginis spend the entire class laughing together? We do.